Flanigan, the teacher, is a ways behind us. He stayed to give the class instruction before following.After dropping Dean off in the chair, I knock on ...he Principal’s door. He says, “Come in,” so I do and close the door behind me.“You wonder why I am always getting into fights?”“What is it this time,” the Principal asks.“Maybe you shouldn’t have your teachers demand students hit me in the back of the head. Dean is sitting out there with a broken nose, and Mr. Flanigan is on his way.”“Is that how. As she was drying her hair he came in behind her and told her to bend over. She immediately obeyed and he stuck a huge dildo up her ass brutally fast and hard. It was one she hadn't seen before and must have been at least 13 inches long by the way it felt. The pain was intense but she didn't move or cry out. He then reached around and placed clamps with weights on each nipple. He had tightened them down enough to make the tears come to her eyes and the weights pulling down on them only. I was the oldest and got home earliest, so Dad gave me a key to the house! I usually got home about an hour-and-a-half before Dad got home. That was kind of cool, I mean, they trusted me with a key to the house, but I couldn’t stay late after school or anything because then Jack and Bobbie Joe would be locked out of the house. I did miss the bus once and had to run home, about three miles, and Mom threatened to take the key away and make us stay with Mrs. Wrybel across the street if I did it. We each helped each other dry off, kissed and made out some more before we left the bathroom.The girls went into Bethany's room to get dressed. I followed because I realized that I had left my shorts in there on the floor. The girls continued to make out while they were getting their clothes on. I decided to leave them be and went down stairs.When they came down, they were wearing the same type of outfit. My daughter was in a white tank top, no bra ( I could see her brown nipples poking through.